Indie Scribe Magazine April 2014 | Page 64

Raise your cup of wine with me, O’Khayyam

Not in an Age, but the blink of an eye.

As the tireless sparkle illuminates so briefly,

Let us pause to hear our Gaia sing.

Thus as we sit and toast the cosmos

Beneath the glimmer of this dark sky

Perchance to find upon reflection

Time to breathe aloud a sigh.

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